All Chapters of Dear Billionaire Ex-husband, I Moved On : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

RICHARD.I had been sitting in the smaller meeting room downstairs for almost an hour, listening to people talk without actually hearing a word they said.The clients across the table were discussing projections, timelines, and market positioning with the kind of enthusiasm rich men usually had when numbers were involved. One of them kept tapping the end of his pen against the glass table while another droned on about long-term expansion opportunities in a voice so dry it could have put an insomniac to sleep.Normally, I would have been leading the discussion. Normally, I would have been sharp enough to interrupt at exactly the right moments and convincing enough to make everyone leave the room feeling like they had made the best decision of their lives by trusting Palmer Group.Today, I barely knew what anyone was saying.My mind had been somewhere else since morning.On Karen. And on the threat hanging over her head like a storm cloud that refused to move.I stared at the presentati

RICHARD.I had been talking for almost ten straight minutes without stopping once, and somehow Karen had not interrupted me even a single time. That alone unsettled me more than I wanted to admit.Normally, people interrupted when whatever it is they were listening to got them triggered or emotional, which I was sure was how Karen felt nowKaren did none of that. She simply listened.The silence coming from her end of the line should have felt encouraging because at least she had not hung up on me, but instead it left me strangely uneasy. I had spent most of my life learning how to read people. It was necessary in business. Necessary in negotiations. Necessary in survival.Silence usually meant something.Anger had a sound. Disappointment had a sound. Even distrust had a rhythm to it.But Karen's silence gave me absolutely nothing.And that bothered me more than yelling would have.I leaned back slowly in my chair and stared at the dark windows of my office while I continued speaking.

LENA.I knew Richard had called Karen.Not because he had told me. Richard never confessed to things directly when he could avoid it. He preferred silence because silence forced other people to fill the gaps themselves, and most of the time those gaps became worse than the truth. But after years of knowing him, I had learned the texture of his moods the same way people learned weather patterns. Some storms announced themselves loudly. Richard’s storms arrived quietly.Since Tuesday, every one of my calls had gone unanswered.That alone was strange enough to put me on edge. Normally, when Richard was angry with me, he would still answer eventually. He would let the phone ring long enough to punish me first, then he would pick up with that cold, clipped tone that made every sentence feel like a legal statement.But this silence was different.This silence felt final—the kind of silence a man used after making a decision he didn’t intend to revisit.I sat curled into the corner of my liv

KARENI did not sleep well, and I had known from the moment I lay down that I was not going to.The second I turned off the bedside lamp and settled into the sheets, my mind had already started moving in circles, cold and sharp and relentless. Sleep never stood a chance against that kind of thinking. I stared into the darkness for what felt like hours while the quiet hum of the air conditioner filled the room and Jason breathed steadily beside me, completely unaffected by the war happening inside my head.I kept going through everything logically because logic was what I trusted most.Logic had built my company from the ground up. Logic had carried me through hostile boardrooms, failing partnerships, impossible negotiations, and years of learning how to survive without letting emotions cloud my judgment. I was good at separating what I felt from what I actually knew. It was one of the few things about myself I had always been confident in.And what I knew was simple.The photographs h

KARENI stayed in Jason’s arms for what felt like a very long time, standing there in the middle of my kitchen while the morning sunlight poured through the windows and warmed the marble counters. His arms were still around me, steady and strong, and for the first time since opening that email, I finally felt my breathing settle into something normal again.Outside, I could hear Sophie’s voice drifting in from the garden.She was laughing about something, her little voice carrying through the open patio doors while Sarah answered her calmly. I could not make out the exact words, but I heard enough to know Sophie was happy and safe and completely unaware that my entire morning had almost spiraled into panic.That sound grounded me.For a few seconds, I simply stood there and listened to it while resting against Jason’s chest. I let myself breathe in the smell of coffee and the fruity scent of his cologne that always seemed to calm me down no matter how chaotic everything became around